Chapter 286 The Unlucky Inquisitor
Because the power supply system was destroyed, the lights here have been extinguished. Inquisitor Marcus blinked and adjusted the night vision compensation of his tactical goggles, and advanced cautiously.
Although he knew that his luck had always been bad, he never expected it to be this bad.
I originally thought that the station was still under the control of the Loyalists. Unexpectedly, as soon as the front leg arrived, the rear leg of the Astra Militarum was defeated and fled to the west bank of the river in embarrassment.
Marcus promised that if he had been around the guy who was commanding this battle, he would have killed that bastard without hesitation. (A big shot-blocker shook his body)
To make matters worse, some bastard blew up all the bridges on the river.
So he and his entourage were thrown directly on the west bank.
That would be fine, but the Astra Militarum completely destroyed the station's power generation system before leaving, which completely frustrated Marcus' plan to use a high-power communicator.
So the only thing he can do now is to leave this ghost place full of heretics and demons as soon as possible, and then go to his second safe house, where he has hidden a shuttle that can help him Leave this planet.
He has no hope of victory, and he has no concern for the Astra Militarum. He only needs to wait for the Tribunal's Extermination Fleet to arrive, and then destroy the entire planet and everything on it.
This was the only plan he felt was feasible at the moment.
So after lurking near the station for a while, he planned to use the drainage system of the station to reach somewhere on the river embankment one kilometer away, and then cross the river bed when night fell.
What they are now in is the drainage system of the station.
This is an ancient system that has been transformed many times. A large number of passages extend underground. Some have collapsed due to disrepair, while others were abandoned before construction was completed. He must navigate the complex And find the right route in unfamiliar terrain.
This is almost impossible for a normal person, but Marcus is obviously not a "normal person".
They were now Channel 2, the center of the drainage system, and from here all the way down - about five hundred meters - its branches connected smaller channels, each sealed by a rusty iron gate.
"Did you find anything?"
Veteran Verne said cautiously. He has been in a state of nervousness since he came here - Verne was in a state of nervousness because of his early service. He has always suffered from mild claustrophobia. According to him, he was once trapped in a small cargo hold for five days.
"No, there are no signs of life at the moment."
Marcus said, moving on.
The team walked slowly down the central passage, and Marcus could hear the faint sounds of fighting outside through his psychic perception.
When those guys retreated, at least they were not without resistance. At least they attracted the enemy's attention, but Marcus felt that even if they retreated to the other side of the river, there would be no good results. The number of heretics was too high. If there are too many, they will be overwhelmed sooner or later - even if they blow up the only bridge.
"The third room on the right."
Halfway through, Marcus said softly, pointing to a pair of sliding doors thirty meters ahead.
Everyone moved forward cautiously, but for some reason, Marcus seemed to hear a faint hissing sound, like the static sound of a machine.
He stopped, turned around and asked:
"Did you hear that?"
Chandler looked at him blankly, with a blank look on his face.
“What did you hear?”
“Nothing.”
Marcus don't look back, keep moving forward.
"Maybe it was a hallucination."
They reached the passage, and the door was locked and bolted, just like the other branches.
“Stay back.”
After Marcus finished speaking, he took out a professional door-breaking acid capsule from his belt. If a gun is used in this place, the sound will travel far and may incur injuries. Unnecessary trouble.
As he moved, he suddenly heard a dull thud, and then felt the rapid movement of stale air.
So Marcus turned around instinctively and held the gun in one hand.
"What's the matter-"
He started to speak and noticed something flashing past. "Target!"
Verne shouted, firing his rifle.
A burst of lasers smashed down the passage, smashing into the wall with a clanking sound.
Chandler also joined him, firing into the darkness, and a storm of gunfire erupted in the small space.
"Ceasefire!"
Marcus shouted, but Malthus, who had already taken out his needle pistol, did not pull the trigger.
The last echoes of the shots fell silent, and the underground passages were once again plunged into darkness, wisps of smoke rising from the ravaged ground.
Verne forcefully replaced his rifle with a new energy magazine.
"What is that?"
Malthus muttered, he didn't see anything either, which was unacceptable for an assassin.
Marcus' mind was running at high speed, thinking about how something could get so close without leaving any trace in his mind.
Thinking of this, he raised his hand and pressed the eyepiece. He felt the hot, dusty air wash over his face, and after stripping away the artificial coloring of the night vision goggles, everything was black.
He still saw no sign of whatever had just tried to attack them.
At this moment, the Inquisitor felt the fragility of his mortal existence - nearly blind, trapped underground with something he could not feel.
"What are you doing?"
Chandler looked at him confused.
"My teacher once told me, when all else fails."
Marcus replied, reaching for a low-intensity special incendiary bomb and igniting it - this burning The bullets are unique to the Inquisition, made from the brains of psykers, and can illuminate certain things that are difficult to detect.
"Just use the eyes we were born with, a gift from the Emperor."
He hurled the incendiary bomb down the long corridor, listening to it bounce off the walls.
It was burning brightly, projecting a dark red light to the surroundings. During the brief illumination time, Marcus suddenly concentrated and spread his psychic field.
For a moment, he finally saw it, and saw something black crouching on the ground ten meters away, pressing tightly against the far wall.
It was an approximately human-shaped thing, but it had a snake-shaped lower body and six arms. The lines on its body were like veins composed of silver threads and nodes.
As soon as the fire went out, the figure jumped up from the wall and rushed towards them.
“Fire!”
The enemy jumped towards them, running at a weird speed in the firelight.
Verne struck it, penetrating its left shoulder, but it continued on unimpaired.
“Kill it!”
Marcus fired while retreating, aiming at the flickering silhouette of the figure - he was really unlucky, to be able to hit him in such a place The last demon.
At this time, Verne suddenly screamed.
Marcus saw steel claws flash in the darkness, slicing through Verne's armor as if it were a scrap of paper.
"Old pipe!"
He shouted, feeling something strange behind him, he twisted his waist and fired, but there was no gunshot - his magazine was empty.
The enemy was staring at him, and at that moment, the masked face was illuminated by the firelight.
(End of this chapter)